Chapter 624: Chapter 624

Chapter 624:

How did things end up like this? Just a strange twist of fate. “As long as it remains, it feels like… a part of her is still here, with me.”

Kellan had listened intently from beginning to end. He held Allison’s fingers tightly.

“Then I’ll be here with you, too.” His voice was husky and possessive.

When their eyes met, there was something raw in his gaze that nearly unsettled her. “Allison, thank you for telling me.”

It was a gesture of trust, of baring her soul to him.

She teased, “I thought you might ask if I’d ever killed innocents, just to be safe.”

A faint smile tugged at Kellan’s lips.

“As far as I know,” he said, his expression inscrutable. “Those who met your blade were far from innocent. More people in this world deserve to die than we can count. If taking them down is a crime, then I suppose we’re both guilty.”

There was a ruthless edge to his words, a brutal honesty she rarely encountered—and it brought her an unexpected sense of relief.

“Seems I’m tied to you now, Mr. Lloyd.”

Her journey into the darkness had never been by choice, merely survival. Hunted, nearly killed, constantly pursued for the secrets her mother left behind, she’d trained herself to endure.

For years, she had never thought anyone would accept her past, let alone stand beside her. Yet Kellan was willing not only to accept it but to fight alongside her.

Tilting her head with a wry smile, she said, “Mr. Lloyd, you seem to have a simple life. But if you follow me to Fleeingland, don’t blame me if you get dragged into trouble.”

He only tightened his hold on her hand.

“Who said I was living a simple life?” He raised an eyebrow.

Allison let out a laugh, charmed by the rare playfulness in him.

“Of course I know,” she replied. “The Lloyds aren’t exactly known for their innocence. Rumor has it you’re ruthless, cold-blooded, that you work both the legal and the underworld with ease, and even have ties to the mafia.”

She had sensed his darkness ever since their time together on the Burned Islands, especially knowing that his brother had been killed by mafia hands.

“But on the surface, Mr. Lloyd, your life is simple,” she noted, her gaze turning distant as she looked past the sunset to the mist gathering over the far-off mountains. “After we bring down the human experimentation lab, you might end up like me — a target for anyone and everyone.” In saying this, she made her intentions clear. Whether her mother had ever been held in that twisted lab or not, she had decided to destroy it. She would bring it down for every bit of torment she had endured.

“It doesn’t matter.” Without hesitation, Kellan lifted her hand and kissed it gently.

The final rays of sunlight faded, leaving them in half-light as the wind tousled his short hair.

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